The Road to Slaying God

Liu Biao may have been **** for a long time, coupled with torture, and he was exhausted. He fell asleep early after taking a shower. In his dream, he continued to scold others. Obviously, the uncle was tortured enough.

Zhang Yang couldn't sleep.

The shot of the three killed flashes in their minds as if they were showing a movie. The cold mansions that turned into dotted lines, the blood that soared in the air, and the unsightly eyes formed a brutal and **** picture ...

Thinking of the dangerous moment of frightening steps, Zhang Yang suddenly found that life was so fragile and fragile. With just a gentle wave, a fresh life disappeared so easily and it was so helpless. , So fear, so incredible.

Life is magic, and so is life.

Until now, Zhang Yang still couldn't understand why he was so confident in throwing a dagger to hit the target at that time. It is not surprising that Zhang Yang had his own computing ability. He had strong self-confidence, and he could calculate several possible surnames instantly. All factors are taken into account, but there is always a sense of strangeness in the use of tools.

Is it true that one's own cultivation has seen results?

At that time, the dangerous and tense environment did not consider whether the throwing of the dagger would fail, which made Zhang Yang now think of a little fear. If there was a slight error at that time, he and Liu Biao would pay the price for their lives.

Slowly, Zhang Yang sorted out a clue. The martial arts memory in his head actually has no trace to find. It is a complete intuition. Those repeated actions are designed to meet the requirements of some actions. At least, Zhang Yang now understands that if there were no previous thousands of repetitive exercises, squatting down in the corridor and rolling to catch the dagger, ordinary movements would not be possible.

It seems that the martial arts in memory is completely a kind of training for physical sensitivity, there is no specific trick at all, and the memory of those martial arts knowledge also seems to have a strong learning **, Zhang Yang has clearly felt it, seeing ancient books When it came to the Book of Sunflowers, the ** was very strong and very strong ...

The "Sunflower Collection" is definitely not practiced. That stuff can make the world invincible. Similarly, you can also make yourself peerless. The surname is too big. Although it is explained later that you can succeed without your own palace, but Zhang Yang still didn't dare to take risks. After all, there were no successful records in those novels and historical records, but the **** made a few, so don't learn!

Zhang Yang did not understand at all, not only he could not move himself, and the countless memories in his head did not respond at all. Although Zhang Yang believed that it was a very powerful martial arts cheat, he could not read it. There is no way to understand, it is tantamount to waste now, the only way is actually only one, continue to increase reading, and look for valuable things from the vast ancient books.

Thinking of those obscure words, Zhang Yang inexplicably felt a heat flow inside the body, the heat flow circulated around the body, and the limbs and bones were extremely comfortable. This feeling was very wonderful, as if there was something, but it couldn't be grasped, just like the body was transforming itself. general……

Slowly, Zhang Yang entered a state of meditation. This is a state of emptiness and nothingness. The human soul seems to be expanding infinitely ...

The wind is slowly blowing, the air in the air rubs against each other to produce a subtle sound, and those dust particles hit each other and stick to each other ... Slowly, the scope of publicity is gradually expanding, um, a motorcycle, motorcycle passing by the window In low gear and high speed, Zhang Yang felt the intense friction of the engine.

The cicada's struggling voice, a dying autumn cicada struggling on the branch, and even Zhang Yang felt that the autumn cicada was flapping its wings and pedaling its weak legs ...

Finally, the sense of thought could not be extended, and it could only be detected in the vicinity. Zhang Yang slowly received meditation and received it at the hostel's bar. The front of the bar was still the same as when he came in. There was a table of Mahjong tiles. Playing cards, the mahjong made a crackling sound on the table. The boss sat behind the boss and watched the game. Zhang Yang saw that the boss hit the boss's legs with his legs from time to time, suggesting that the boss was playing cards ...

At this time, the door opened, and a young man with yellow hair came in. After Huang Mao came in, he said hello to the boss. It seemed to be familiar.

"Ha ... Huangmao, I haven't seen it for a long time." The boss stood up quickly and handed the young man a cigarette.

"Boss, have you seen two young people, about 20 years old, with accents in the field and a bit of crippled legs?" Huang Mao asked.

...

"Boom ..." Zhang Yang's head seemed to explode, and the clear feeling disappeared.

Zhang Yang opened his eyes suddenly, and his back was shocked with cold sweat. He didn't expect to come to the hostel for less than four hours. The other party immediately chased him here. It seems that he underestimated the power of buying and buying.

Almost immediately, Zhang Yang thought of a possibility, that is, the power of Maimaiti in the provincial capital is even greater than that in city C. He can use the power of the underworld to conduct a carpet-like search in the urban area. This kind of search The efficiency is much higher than that of the national violent organs, because they only need to convene some ground snakes, and then let the people under the ground snake search by area, which is easy to find them. For these black shops, they dare not offend the ground snakes. .

This is just like the society in martial arts novels. Many characters are not afraid of heroes, but they are afraid of snakes, because they are called earth snakes because they have deep-rooted forces and extensive connections in the local area.

Zhang Yang no longer needs to guess, this boss must have betrayed him!

I believe that in about 20 minutes, the entire street will be controlled. After all, the other person died three people ...

"Liu Biao, get up!"

"Ah ..." Liu Biao was also awake to sleep, suddenly sat up and saw everyone around him, staring blankly at Zhang Yang.

"Go!" Zhang Yang said while packing.

Liu Biao didn't ask again, because he saw Zhang Yang's eyes red and full of fierceness. Liu Biao didn't hesitate and quickly put on clothes. From Zhang Yang's expression, he could see that something must have happened.

"Are you jumping?" Liu Biao glanced downstairs with a timid glance. Although they live on the second floor, they are not chasing troops now, but they are a bit afraid to jump, not to mention that his legs have not fully recovered.

"Take the door!"

Zhang Yang put the blood-stained clothes on his hand and hid the sharp dagger in his wrist. He strode open the door and walked out ... If he escaped blindly, it would be endless hunting ...

"Liao Brother, I'm Huang Mao. Hurry up and send someone here. We found the target at the Xinglong Hotel in the wholesale market ... uh ... uh ..."

The yellow hair being called suddenly stopped because he saw the two young people coming down the stairs, and one leg walking behind was a bit sloppy, and a piece of clothing was held in the front of the hand, and you can see the spots The blood stains are very dazzling ...

"Call me." Zhang Yang looked coldly at the young Huangmao.

"..." Huang Mao felt a tremendous pressure, as if there was a mountain in front of him, which made him unable to raise his awareness of resistance.

"give me!"

Zhang Yang's eyes flashed with a heartbreaking coldness. At this time, the boss and several old women playing mahjong were both killed by Zhang Yang ’s body, because they saw the handle in Zhang Yang ’s hand. The sharp dagger, the only thing I didn't see was the yellow hair standing upright.

Finally, under the strong mental pressure of Zhang Yang, Huang Mao handed the phone to Zhang Yang

"You are Huang Mao's big brother?" Zhang Yang said lightly.

"Who are you?" The other party snapped.

"You are Brother Liao, aren't you?" Zhang Yang's tone remained flat, but the whole person exuded a chilling chill, and Huang Mao stood pitifully where he didn't understand why he left.

"I'm Brother Liao, who are you?" The other party seemed angry.

"Hehe, brother Liao, I'm the one you're looking for. At the Xinglong Hotel in the wholesale market, uh, come here to collect the dead ..."

"what……"

Huang Mao made a scream in his mouth, and looked at his stomach dullly. He saw that a little white hand was holding the handle of a dagger, and the dagger had been inserted into his belly. Huang Mao couldn't believe it. It seemed that this was an illusion, an illusion. This was not true. Even Huang Mao touched a little blood with his hand and saw whether it was blood under the light ...

Yes, I got a knife, and Huang Mao's facial muscles twisted in pain.

Several women had been scared and stunned. The boss trembled and tried to climb to the bar, but his legs did not have the slightest strength, and he did not dare to move, because the **** looked at him fiercely and blocked him from running On the way back, my eyes were like sharp blades.

"Do you have something to say to your elder brother?" Zhang Yang did not pull out the dagger and put the phone in his hand to Huang Mao's ear.

"Big ... big ... brother ... help me ... keke ... help me, hurry ..." Huang Mao said to the phone with severe pain, pressing his hands firmly on his stomach.

"Yellow hair, yellow hair ... I'll be there soon, I'll be there soon ..."

The other party roared, and even Liu Biao, who was standing behind, heard the sound of drunk drinking ... The phone gently fell to the ground, and the electric board fell off ...

"Huangquan is good to go!" Zhang Yang slowly pulled out his dagger.

"Please ... don't ... keke ..."

"Don't blame me, blame you for following the wrong boss."

Huang Mao pressed his hands desperately on his stomach. Zhang Yang's hand pulled the dagger very slowly and forcefully. The blood was drawn out following the dagger, just like a fountain. Zhang Yang used the suit already stained with blood to block the sprayed blood. The yellow-haired young man's eyes were gradually darkened, and the muscles of his face were constantly twitching. Fear, despair, pain, hatred, and almost all the negative emotions were expressed on this face, intertwined into a heart-running picture.

"Give me the key!" Zhang Yang did not look down at the corpse on the ground, looked down at the watch, his eyes fell on the boss's body.

"What ... what ... the key ..." The boss looked at the yellow hair still on the ground in horror, her body shaking.

"Motorcycle key." Zhang Yang glanced at a women's scooter parked in the corner.

"Bar counter ... in the counter drawer ..."

"Well, don't report it. If the police are looking for you, you'll be honest, don't report it!" Zhang Yang threw the motorcycle key to Liu Biao.

"Woohoo ... there are corpses here, dead ..." The boss lady looked at her with a weeping face, looking at the corpse that had gradually stopped on the ground.

"Rest assured, someone will deal with it, don't worry about you."

Soon, Liu Biao pushed the motorcycle to the door and started the engine. Everything was normal.

"Ah ... cover it ..."

Amazingly, a flash of electricity flashed in the air, and another scream, the boss covered his **** mouth and suppressed his face, screaming in pain, but could not yell loudly, because Zhang Yang's knife cut through Lips.

"Teach you something."

Zhang Yang's blood-red eyes glanced at a few trembling women, and he hummed and sat on the motorcycle. There was a thunder of the accelerator, and the scooter fell into the night like an arrow ...

"Zhang Yang, where to go?" Motorcycles have left the scope of the wholesale market, and Liu Biao has no sense of direction for spider-like traffic in the provincial capital.

"Go back," Zhang Yang said.

"Ah ... where to go?" Liu Biao paused and stopped the motorcycle suddenly.

"Back to the hostel!"

"Why?" Liu Biao was surprised.

"Kill Brother Liao!"

(To be continued)